'80s. Marillion. Lead singer. “Kayleigh.” Left at height of popularity. Now that I’ve got the mandatory biography of Fish out of the way I can get on with the task of sharing my thoughts on 13th Star, his latest release. Fish one of those artists I support, and enjoy, even though at times I don’t know why. His solo releases are wildly uneven. Moments of sheer lyrical brilliance are teamed with clunkers that even a constipated Sting couldn’t dream up. Sometimes his voice is commanding, genuine and warm and at other times he takes on affectations that rival Neil Diamond’s “listen to me this is important” histrionics.  He’s a Scots poet in the pure traditional sense, with all the good and bad which comes along with being such. For every Robert Burns there is a William McGonagall. I’m happy to say that ...